The balance of delicacy and boldness throughout the album is delivered in tracks such as the lazy-afternoon-in-the-hammock "Deep Water," where Gibbons' strained soprano pitch embellishes the harmonizing, deep baritone of a barber-shop-quartet. The celestial plucks of the acoustic guitar in "The Rip" bring the listener to a dream in her own reality. Gibbons' delicate (almost fading) vocals stretch to a light whisper as the deep synthesizer tones bring the song to a run creating a whimsical feeling of solemn and hope at the same time. Contrarily, "Machine Gun" blasts a heavy staccato synth which perfectly complement Gibbons' pleading pitch.

"Third" is an experimental heap of different sounds and textures all while maintaining a symbiosis of boisterous back beats and ethereal melodies that can easily be missed the first time. Aptly named, this album is meant to be listened to not once or twice but Three times.